Not that old

I am clearly not young
At best I'm not old
Or at least not that old
I've made
Good choices and bad ones
But all told
I fear I was not that bold

I’ve been broken and healed
Torn apart, 
gathered together
visibly mended
an autumn graft
It’s winter now
But I am not that cold

Few things worked out
But some did
And how!
The prize eludes me
But it was always false
I am not that sad

I twisted and turned
forgot what I planned
got side-tracked
and ambushed
but fairly content
It was not that bad